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Two figures, fists facing each other!

Unsaintly, there is a monstrous anger in his eyes at this moment!

And on the opposite side of him, the warrior Yan Feng, his eyes were cold, and his pale hair flew between heaven and earth in the strong wind,

I can't lose...

You can't lose...!,

At this moment, Yan Feng had already appeared in a state of faintness in his mind, and the power of the Holy Realm Six Heavens had already exceeded the limit of what he could bear.

Now... Before the battle array dispersed, the counterattack had already begun!

In the place of the eyes, Yan Feng kept coughing up blood, and his whole body was already thin like a skeleton!

His face was pale and stained with spit blood!

But... He didn't fall!

Because, he can't pour yet... He's going to crush the people in front of him, he's going to... Save your brother and protect your brother!

Raising his head to the sky and yelling, with bloody intent, the wind... The last ounce of strength was exhausted!

The general Yan Feng, with countless golden lights on his body, bloomed at this moment!

The fist, which was originally evenly matched, was suddenly pressed down, boom!

The fist of the war general Yan Feng fell on the mouth of the heart of the immortal saint, ten thousand troops, roar together!

Unsanctified, there was a trace of consternation in his eyes, he didn't expect... Yan Feng was able to burst out with such power!

The figure, but under this punch, was blown away in an instant, and at the same time, the body of Wanzhang quickly changed back to its original state.

Boom Boom!

The body fell straight from the top of the mountain into the barren mountain, splashing countless dust!

Just after this punch blasted out, the warrior Yan Feng turned into countless golden streamers, and his body dissipated in an instant...

These golden lights all converged into a purple-gold token, and the token fell into Yan Feng's arms.

And the body fell straight down from a height of thousands of feet.

At this moment, he... There is no strength left, all over his body, there is blood, and his eyes are looking at the sky like a hazy look.

On this day, the gray and gray, a light rain, falling from the sky, fluttering down, hitting the face, with a trace of coldness.

The wind was whistling in my ears.

Call...

A wind swept past the wind, a white wolf.

Turned into the original size of three zhang, Bai Mi, and caught Yan Feng.

Feeling that he had fallen on the wolf's back, the corners of Yan Feng's mouth showed a hint of a smile.

"Xiaobai. ”

"Yan boy, don't talk, take good breath. ”

Bai Mi's figure rushed to the surface of the water in an instant, and Nezha and several people stood up at this moment.

"Xiaobai, do you know... Cher she, she's dead. ”

Yan Feng said softly, he never wanted to talk to anyone about it, because every time he said it, his heart would be broken, but except for Bai Mi.

This brother who came with him, he knew everything that had happened to him.

Bai Mi, a hint of sadness flashed in the silver wolf eyes... No wonder when he saw Yan Feng this time, he sensed an indescribable coldness in Yan Feng's body.

Is that... The meaning of coldness.

"She's right in front of my eyes, her soul is flying... Scattered. ”

The severe wind, the blood in the corners of the eyes, slowly slipped down, accompanied by the wind, flying down.

In his eyes, a woman's figure appeared.

The woman... At the moment, I am smiling at myself, that smile, beautiful, alluring.

"Cher..."

The corners of Yan Feng's mouth raised slightly.

Bai Mi's figure fell on the water in a few breaths.

"Lord!"

Chiqian hurriedly ran up, without the slightest hesitation, and behind him, a full-height pink peony flower appeared.

Petals, blooming one by one!

Chiqian directly uses his own essence.

"Brother Wind!"

Ao Yun stepped forward to support Yan Feng and let him lean on himself.

Yan Feng, at this moment, the body is almost exhausted, not only the body, but even the divine soul, the same, the vitality in the body is passing rapidly, even if Chi Qian uses the power of the element, he can't contain the slightest.

At the most... can only delay the time of a stick of incense.

"It's useless. ”

Yan Feng smiled at Chi Qian: "Chi Qian, although Zhi Mo is usually cold to you, you and I both know... He cares about you. ”

Chiqian, hearing this, felt the passage of vitality in Yan Feng's body, nodded desperately, and tears couldn't stop flowing.

And Nezha and Lu Dongbin on the side couldn't bear to look at it anymore, they all looked away, and there was sadness on their faces.

None of them are ordinary people, so they can naturally see that the harsh wind at this moment... It's already in the place where the oil lamps are exhausted, and it's almost useless!

The power of the battle array is too great.

Severe wind... After all, only the cultivation of the peak of the spiritual realm, not to mention Yan Feng, is the peak of the three golden immortals, and after that, they will definitely not be able to live.

Yan Feng tilted his head slightly and looked at the little dragon girl behind Ao Zhan.

The little dragon girl was not timid at this moment, but looked at Yan Feng, and there were doubts on her immature face at the moment, she... Seems to know this person.

Looking at the little dragon girl, Yan Feng had a smile on his face, and then turned his head.

The body was half-lying on the water, and the ripples turned into circles and dispersed under the body.

"Yan boy, what are you talking about frustration! cheer me up. ”

Above the sky, a giant bird descended in an instant, turning into a human form, it was the Nine Nights.

"Ninth Master. ”

Yan Feng smiled slightly: "I think you still became a bird to make me nostalgic." ”

This is a little funny, but... But no one can laugh out loud at the moment.

The sound of stepping on the water, Bai Mi, had turned into a little wolf at this moment, and slowly walked to Yan Feng's side.

"Xiaobai..."

Yan Feng looked at Xiao Bai with this appearance, and couldn't help but recall the first time he saw Bai Mi in his mind.

Bai Mi threw himself next to Yan Feng's left hand, and gently knocked his forehead on the back of Yan Feng's hand.

On Bai Mi's body, there was a faint white light lit up.

On the back of Yan Feng's hand, a wolf's head mark slowly formed.

Again... Bai Mi recognizes that the strict wind is the main one.

Yan Feng, looking at the wolf head mark on the back of his hand, looked at the sky with a smile, closed his eyes slightly, and at this moment... The land of his heartstrings, all those enslaved by the ghost trick, whether it is black and white impermanence, or bull head and horse face, or the hundreds of thousands of Yin soldiers in the underworld.

This moment... All the heartstrings dissipate in an instant!

These people, at this moment, regained their freedom.

If they die, they will be gone.

Yan Feng didn't want these people to be buried with him.

"Xiaobai, promise me one thing. ”

The voice is getting weaker and weaker, and the breath of the harsh wind has begun to faintly dissipate in this heaven and earth.

Chiqian on the side, tears flowing, the peony flowers behind him have bloomed to the extreme, and the petals surround the wind, but despite this... still can't stop the passage of life.

The little white wolf, lying on Yan Feng's shoulder, let out a whimper, revealing sadness.

"Help me... Take good care of the rain and smoke. ”

"Please..."

(To be continued.) )